?Last week's Australian Grand Prix could hardly have promised more: six world champions, two Aussies and the prospect of a few spectacular bingles – both in the paddock and on the track.

Is formula one boring or brilliant?

?Last week's Australian Grand Prix could hardly have promised more: six world champions, two Aussies and the prospect of a few spectacular bingles – both in the paddock and on the track.

For red-blooded single males, the best news to come out of Albert Park at the weekend was that Lara Bingle took her mum to the event.

Yep, there was a celebrity for everyone.

For the music lovers, there was American rocker Lenny Kravitz, while for the tone-deaf there was Natalie Bassingthwaighte.

But for the motor-racing fan, I'm afraid it was the same old high-speed procession.

OK, there were a few scrapes and scraps further back in the field? but, as with the vast majority of ?formula one races, it was all over after the first corner.

If you could have got any better than $1.10 on Jenson Button to win after the first lap, ?your bookie's either an idiot or a philanthropist.

If it wasn't for the late safety car, the ?Briton would have won by about 15 seconds. Tell me any other sport where the result is a foregone conclusion so far from the end. OK, apart from when the Gold Coast Suns and Greater Western Sydney Giants take on Geelong in the AFL.

The biggest problem with F1 – apart from the fact ?most of the passing manoeuvres happen when one car is doing 60km/h and the other is standing still – is that it promises so much.

Last week, the opening practice session threw up a couple of potential Cinderella stories. The old man of the field, 43-year-old Michael Schumacher, was third ?fastest. In the second session, he was top of the charts. Then there were the surprise packets in qualifying: Romain Grosjean third fastest in a Lotus Renault; Schu?macher next to him in fourth; and a second Australian driver, Daniel Ricciardo, in the top 10.

Surely the race was now a tantalising prospect for the sports fan?

If they lived on Mars and had never seen a grand prix perhaps.

Everyone else was steeling themselves for the inevitable let-down after that first corner.